Tex's aimless wandering had taken him "south of the border, down

Mexico way" again, way south of the border, to the cantina in the little village of Las Salinas, in Michoacán.

He had just sat down at the bar to slake his thirst with a beer, when he noticed her. She had raven-black hair, bedroom eyes, and an empty glass.

He nodded toward the glass and asked "Cerveza ?" She answered "Si" and then, to his delight continued in English.

"Come a little bit closer; you're my kind of man, so big and so strong."

Always hair-trigger horny, Tex felt a stirring in his blue jeans as he rose and moved down to the bar stool next to hers.

"Howdy,ma'am, Ah'm Tex. "

"I am Rosita"

Tex beckoned to the bartender. "Dos Cervezas"

"Si, Señor" replied the bartender, but just barely noticeably, shook his head.

The bartender returned with two glasses of beer and what Tex took to be the bill until he noticed that there were no numbers on it. Hastily, Tex read the note. "Rosita es la mujer de José,un hombre muy peligroso."

["Rosita belongs to José, a very dangerous man."]

Tex put the note in his pocket, clinked glasses with Rosita and asked her "So, do you live around here ?"

"Si, I am an.......entertainer, but my man is in prison and I'm all alone,

and the night is so long."

Tex thought, but did not say aloud "I'll take care of that for you, Rosy." After Rosita had finished her glass of beer, her second, she excused herself for a moment to answer the call of nature. Tex beckoned the bartender over and asked "¿ Habla Usted Ingles ?"

The bartender shrugged his shoulders and said "A leetle."

"She says José's in prison"

"José was e-sent to preeson. Who can e-say eef he ees e-steel there ? He has escaped before."

Tex was not about to pass up a night with a hot woman like Rosita on the off chance that her lover might have escaped from prison.

One beer led to another and one thing led to another with the result that, around midnight, Tex was eagerly and enthusiastically plowing Rosita's furrow in her unlighted bedroom.

Suddenly, he felt a hand on his balls, not Rosita's soft hand, but a strong hand, a rough hand, a man's hand. Icy fear gripped Tex's heart as that hand gripped his precious balls. A second later, there was an instant of unbearable searing pain. Tex screamed. Rosita cried "What is it ?"

The intruder lighted a match by scraping his thumbnail on its head. In the dim light of the match , Tex saw his balls dangling by their cords from the man's left hand. The flickering flame of the match also revealed the features of a harsh cruel face.

"José !" screamed Rosita. The match went out, Tex's balls dropped to the floor with a "plop", and a gravelly voice began speaking in rapid-fire Spanish which Tex couldn't follow. He could make out enough to tell that the tirade was about him, a safe guess anyhow, and caught something to the effect that "You can have him now, Rosita, for whatever he's worth."

José's last words were spoken slowly and clearly "Ahora, su caballo es

un capón." ["Your stallion is now a gelding."] The bedroom door slammed. Tex cried out "Oh God ! Is there a doctor in this town, Rosita ?

I'm bleeding to death."

Rosita replied "No, but there is a horse-doctor. He can sew you up." Rosita lighted a candle, threw a dress over her head, wrapped a cloak about her, put on a pair of shoes, and rushed out to fetch the horse-doctor.

He was still grumbling about being got up in the middle of the night when he entered the room carrying a coal-oil lantern which gave enough light for him to see to tie off Tex's severed cords and sew up the remains of his scrotum.

Tex's cock had led him into trouble many a time in his young life, but it would never do so again.Thereafter, it just dangled limply and uselessly before the scar where Tex's balls had hung.